Day 11 #napowrimo #prompt:origin

I.

Calcium teeth dream in floss
The dentist’s ray laser in the shark tank of saliva

The ear doctor
has kind words for prescription
‘You’re just 26. Life must go on.’

In the mirror, I watch the face The blank stare
bouncing back and forth There I stand
in a kaleidoscope of white thoughts
hyphens and dashes hung in scrolls wrought

II.
When I was 15. I sat on narrow balconies
Joy was the bite of breeze on checkered skin
I would stare as the world froze in my palm
Then make of the fist an ice lark
The entire world squeezed in The blue sky crinkled

Those were the days of love.
I could stare at a small spot on the wall and love it.
It was this love this unknown sigh of all living things that I carried in the throbbing vein

It was a cream moth

At midnight it smoked into the memory of sun
and the black eye fell in it
In its lake of coarse dreams

III.
I’ve been thinking of playing music for the girls in hospital rooms.

They think of patients as more dead than living. You can see it in the apathy, in the ugly swell of pity.

I would rub Air by Bach into the white walls and think that the walls would heal;
After all they must remember
the slashed beat of my heart,
the funnel of blood in the throat

IV.
Sometimes it’s worthless. This endurance.
This continuation of things.

One night, a few months back, I climbed to the edge of the roof
and ate the moon

It was pitch dark
It was pitch dark

But a single flower fell into my eye
How could I not give it all?

©️ Aakriti Kuntal

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s